God meets me in the struggle,

not after I’ve made it clean,

but right here in the wrestling

with all that’s in between.

I brought my resentment to the altar,

heavy with names and scars,

I didn’t know how to release it,

only how far it had traveled in my heart.

Forgiveness felt like dying,

like laying down my right to be right,

but You whispered, My child, trust Me,

This is how we walk into light.

Some days I forgive with tears,

some days I forgive through pain,

some days I forgive the same wound

again and again and again.

Recovery is holy ground, Lord,

where pride finally bends,

where I stop demanding justice

and start trusting You to mend.

You show me resentment is a prison

I was never meant to stay,

that grace does not excuse the harm

but frees my soul to pray.

So I surrender what I cannot carry,

the anger, the ache, the why,

and You replace it with steady strength

that teaches my heart how to try.

I am overcoming, not by force,

but by faith that holds me fast,

by choosing forgiveness daily

over the weight of the past.

I am still in recovery, God,

but I am not alone

You walk ahead, You walk beside me,

You call this broken place home.

And in forgiving, I am healing,

in releasing, I am free,

for the miracle isn’t forgetting

it’s becoming who You see.